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Tell me a lie I'll be the first to fall Give me an offer, unofferable Imagine the warmth In those tiny hands That held on to a penance I didn't deserve Don't it feel like a knife In the back of your head And it reeks like an afterthought, rotten and said Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead Oh and I'm bound by a drunk With a few memories Of how you burn through your lovers, it's like an ugly disease And give me an offer, unofferable Held on to a penance, I didn't deserve And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said